This might be medically nasty, so I am hiding it after a “read more”. No images, sound recordings, or videos in this post. Text only, with one (safe) link.Continue reading One of those individual things
Probably close to 20 years ago now, when P2P other than Bittorrent was popular and YouTube not much established, I downloaded a copy of the song “Convoy” by C. W. McCall. It’s someone using alot of CB radio slang while driving a tractor trailer. Fair enough.
(Word of warning: avoid the sequel song. It is really uncountably bad. Listen to it entirely alone so you won’t have to be embarrassed that any one else can hear it while associating it with your face.)
This particular copy that I downloaded had, after maybe 15 seconds of dead air at the end… a newsreader describing how doctors were trying to find out what sickened so many people at a recent American Legion convention.
The worst of it is, being sure that it would be on Youtube by now, I deleted it with most of my other downloaded music. I have not been able to find it since.
They are about the current response to the epidemical event, but not lurid, hostile to anyone, or political.
I am back from a very short visit for business and nonpleasure to another place.
My request is that someone would make one of those true-crime forensics TV shows showing how someone at the State Fair went and gave me this sore throat.
Although I don’t think I had mentioned it, but can’t remember (which shows what comes of leaving your blog alone for too long), I had been for some time looking for a new posting in the State service. To my enjoyment, last Thursday it came true.
I am now posted to the Health Department as an engineer, environmental. This difference is quite significant for me, as the old one (civil) wasn’t what I went to school for and made me feel out of place.1
In this case, good things did come to those who waited, since I was passed over for one position further north, but made a good enough impression to be recommended by those interviewers for a new position open closer to where I was working already. An interview and some paper shuffling on their part and I was offered the position!
Now I get to go through another year long probational period, but all told I think it will be a nice one. I no longer have a half-office but a full cubicle in the back of the back of a building that houses another State function. Not bad, only there is no way to open the windows and get fresh air, but I can survive I think (:
- Note that my co workers and supervision did not contribute to this problem, only the my self. ↩
From December 13, 1902, an un-subtle suggestion for a Christmas present:
From the days of Yellow Fever (September 16, 1905):
Quackery is a saddening thing for me to think of and see. People who, using the hope of medicine, defraud those desperate or unable to see through their crap impostures.
So, still in 1905, on July 1st, the back page of the Literary Digest (I swear I’ll get out of this issue eventually, but there is so much in it to blog about!):
Usually the title is cited in data analysis, but it also applies to other situations, such as this one.
I feel like blogging about my medical problem(s). If you’re not interested you can skip this post.
To be clear, I’m not expecting a diagnosis from my readers. I am seeing a doctor about this.